This is really lovely. Very well written. I love the way you detail the time elapsed, so we know that Ginny never ever stopped counting back the years and months. I also love that she keeps her memories in her trunk, hidden away, and, like the scent of him in his shirt, they are fading away as reality encroaches.

Lost love is so sad because you mourn for the possibilities you missed, not the hard realities but the infinite little variations that might have been.